Silver lions in my head
chase out the monsters from my bed
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02 April 2012
#2: ath haiku
Her and me and her
Typing and typing but what
does it come to, when
We sit here and stare
some more, our shoes a pile
on the stripey floor
Menus in one tab,
Musical murder I do,
I'm still here with you.
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